One of the boxes on the floor was open at the top and I looked over inside: dirty pictures. Naked girls lying on bearskin rugs; bearskin rugs lying on naked girls; men and women engaged in various sex acts.
This was starting to make a little more sense now, but I was reserving judgment until I found out who the boss was.
There was an office in the back corner of the warehouse with a light burning inside it. We approached the door. The first goon knocked.
"Yeah?" a gruff voice called out.
"We got 'em," the first goon said...